The blind moves as the breeze flow through the window; I can see the change sun rays make on my skin, as my arms colour and look like desert sand.
The sun casts strong rays across the backyard, as the cobwebs move and drift between grass, weeds, the fence, and the bees dance on the weed flowers.
A song from the crickets, birds, a few flies, and the next-door neighbour’s air-conditioner puts my mind to sleep, as I soak up the last sunlight of the day.
A change in tempo is on the breeze, as the afternoon drifts into twilight, and the time for sweet soft days of washing going stiff on the line comes to an end.
The heat of the day is turning into the warmth of another ending, another night; I won’t miss what I no longer have on this sunlit day, for the night is bright.
One song is coming to an end and another song is ready to begin, so I fight with the pegs and the stiff washing: waiting for the first fresh Autumn day.
Category: autumn
Too much Summer
Too much sun,
not enough shade.
Flowers in bloom,
too many colours.
Too much light,
not enough darkness.
Birds sing and dance,
too many songs.
Too much Summer,
not enough Winter
to take my heart,
make it cold,
feel the chill,
the Autumn feel.
Autumn Whispers
Trees move
and whisper with the wind.
Stars fill
the sky with light wonder.
Moonlight
soft as a caress, a whisper.
Shadows
gather and move in wonder.
Autumn,
whispers softly to the wind.
The Change
Howling from the forest,
Wintertime is on the way.
A sea breeze turns wild,
Clouds move overhead.
Woods once silent, now
move in urgency to the sky.
Many crows do fly across the sky,
To show us a Portent of death.
Summertime
December arrives.
Spring isn’t letting go,
as Autumn intervenes.
Cosy Times
Like the Sun
Version 1
Like the sun,
you bloom spring colours.
Attentive,
you behave like the snow.
I cannot decide
if you are the
sun or the moon.
I like to think
you are both
the sun and the snow;
beautifully complete.
Version 2
Like the sun,
you bloom spring colours.
Attentive,
you behave like the snow.
Like the moon,
you mesmerise, lighten.
I cannot decide
if you are the
moon or the sun.
You are many.
Sun and snow,
moon and sun,
winter and summer,
autumn and spring.
Notes
I thought I would show you multiple versions of a similar poem, as this is often the creative process I go through to get to a final version.
I’m interested to know which one you like better.
Vivid Alps
A memory,
climbing in cable cars.
Layers of mountains,
rising to the sky.
At the top, we arrived,
standing on the snow.
You felt sick too soon,
I wanted to stay awhile.
Goodbye to sky and snow,
descending to down below.
Longing to go back,
stay a while at the top;
Sit with you and watch the snow
falling on the Klein Matterhorn.
Dying Leaves
Dancing rubiginous leaves,
moving towards their death;
a colourful display of life.
We step amongst the leaves,
along the Melbourne streets.
Wishing we were also the leaves,
dancing without any inhibitions;
Knowing that life is too short.
Leaf meets Face
Leaves turn red, yellow and brown
fluttering in the Autumn winds.
A leaf moves from the Petiole
on the wind,
and collides with your face.
Dry leaf feelings on your skin
reminding you nature is real.
There are no sunshine feelings between
the leaf and skin, yet you take the leaf,
put it between the pages of your book,
and take it home.
Leaves dying on their leaf stalks,
floating off, they move freely in the wind
more alive now the air has captured them,
to take them on an adventure.
